Sonder n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

Books on a journey

For you who remember Tod, this is kind of on the same lines this time with books rather than a teddy bear. For you that don’t remember Tod you can read about him here.

So I picked three books out of my bookshelf and have written a little message in the front, hoping that who ever picks up the book reads it and then pass it forward and at the same time sends me a mail letting me know it’s still out there and maybe where in Sweden it is. They are all books in Swedish so I will leave them around Malmö and see what happens.